For me, the Happy Gilmore swing usually comes out around hole eight. For the first seven holes, I play by the rules and mark my ball and tell the truth about my score and actually look for my ball when it sails into the woods. And then when I realize I suck Shooter McGavin balls at golf, I intensify my drinking, yell “cock” in my buddy’s backswing, and drive the cart onto the greens. And at hole eight, much like this dude, I start to get experimental. I can only take so many slices into woods and soft infield ground balls before I start to change my methods. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. So this dude probably had a slither of hope that if he changed his approach, the $62 he paid to hit a balls on a manicured field would not go completely to waste. And there’s absolutely no reason to believe that the Gilmore swing would not work to perfection. I mean how can you even question a story about a dude whose played golf for two weeks with the guidance of a one-handed trainer and wins the PGA Tour in sweatpants? Seems legit. But as we’re all aware, movies and real life are two different animals. Because in real life, the nice dudes never get the girl, good deeds are never rewarded, and the Gilmore golf swing will almost take your best friends head clean off.